Dear Hawkeye,

Such beauty around you! How your heart must sing! Outside of the US, even my beloved New Zealand, Ireland’s beauty is incomparable.

Even though I have no Irish blood myself (to my sorrow) my red-headed, red-bearded husband has enough to spare in spades (paternal grandmother alone comes from the McConns & Bacons of Londonderry, Northern Ireland, & don’t get started on the Dillworth side!) when we set foot in Ireland in 1997, home is exactly how it felt. It’s still my happy place, right on the banks of the River Liffey, on a grey day…

But I can only imagine what it must feel like to you. I suppose one of these days I’ll watch a sun rise over Jerusalem, or stand in the port of Haifa & feel what you’re feeling.

In the meantime, I’m loving the hell out of your pictures. You & your bride have this look, it’s hard to describe, a sort of tranquility. I’ve seen it on the faces of people who have voted in front of me, felt it after I, myself have voted. It is a look of belonging!

Awesome!

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